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At the time Cyrus found himself in the hut. The laughter of the witch which he continually heard before suddenly stopped and the inside of the hut was filled with strange quietness.
His eyes were still raven and his fangs were still obvious. He continually breathed louder than before and his fingers spread and his nails hardened.
He sauntered his eyes through the hut. All he saw was not what he was familiar with and no matter how further he tried to interpret them, he could not get any better explanation than they were tools for witchcraft.
The smokes in the hut were thicker and these obstructed his clear sight. Though he walked around in the hut, he could not still find any figure that could have been whispering to him.
But this did not mean he will not destroy even the pot he was staring at right at this moment.
This was a big black pot which was filled with coloured portion and it seemed that the smoke which covered the whole hut was thus coming from it.
